thessalies

Updated: July 1, 2025

Is he, then, dead, of whom this may be said? But Harry! you are mixed with a thousand strange forms, the centaurs of fancy; half real and human, half wild and grotesque. Divine imaginings, like gods, come down to the groves of our Thessalies, and there, in the embrace of wild, dryad reminiscences, beget the beings that astonish the world.

Herman Melville - Redburn. His First Voyage